Stan's POV:
So we've been at this camp for 5 weeks and Kenny is starting to seem off… He's been real secretive and everytime me and Kyle ask him what he's doing, he tells us to just fuck off, and on top of that he barely ever leaves his room. He's also always talking to someone in his room, but he doesn't have a roommate… It's creepy. Super fucking creepy…
"It is now 7 o-clock. Good night, and sleep tight, Campers! Don't let the bedbugs bite!"
I sigh, I flop onto my bed too tired to get up and change. I flip onto my side and stare at the blank wall 'Why did Shelly have a choice to go or not? Period or not, it's not fair!' I huff, I look at Kyle but he's already asleep. I turned over onto my back and looked at the ceiling, I closed my eyes and tried to count sheep. 'One sheep, Two sheep, Three sheep, Four sheep, Five sheep…'
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'201… Sheep… How long have I been counting sheep? What time is it?' I look at the clock on the wall 'It's 2:30 AM… Great, just. Great.. Maybe I should get some water, hot milk maybe?' I get up and brush my hand through my hair. I put my slippers on and walk to the door.
I look back at Kyle "I'll be back dude." I whisper, then open the door and walk out, closing the door behind me. I walk down the hall and to the cafeteria, I'm about to go inside but when I hear Kenny's voice I stop in my tracks. I look out the window on the door.
When I see what it is, my eyes widen. Kenny is sitting at a table, TALKING TO HIMSELF. This is fucking weird man. Fucking WEIRD… I am so fucking down with this i thought we came here to leave crazy shit not bring more. Fuck this shit. Fuck it.